J -.' .. - -- .--- .- ----.. _0 --' --- -- --. --- ,-" J ,--- _N'" ------ J ., "":: " X ;:-' .: "" k: f - t ;, him until he laid into the ball. His drive stopped rolling about two hundred and fifty yards out. "Good enough," said Father U rhan. He teed up his ball, thinking that he'd somehow have to outplay Father F eld. He removed his staIned and floppy pan- ama and waved aW6ty some gnats that had suddenly appeared over his ball. He was not going to be able to out- drive the Bishop's young friend, he knew, and he cautIoned himself not to try. He threw his body-medium tall and willovvy, except for a slIght pot- in to his foreswing and hit a good long ball that dropped about where he'd hoped it would and kicked to the left. He was short of Father F eld, but in a better position to see the green. either the Bishop nor Father Feld commented on the shot. The threesome moved off down the fairway, followed bv their caddies, nobod) talking. Coming to the Bishop's ball and see- ing that the lie "vas only faIr, Father Urban said, "Winter rules, if you like, Your Excellency. I'm not happy about these fairways yet." The Bishop shrugged off the sug- gestion, and presumably, although he had two hundred yards ahead of him, didn't want to use a wood, anyway. Father Feld was handing the Bishop not a two but a five iron. The Bishop hit the ball cleanly for a distance of about a hundred yards, and appeared to be well satisfied. Father F eld went over the green on his second shot, though not into a trap Father Urban put his second one on the green-only just, but he wanted to putt uphill. The Bishop hit another five iron, and was stil1 short. U sing the same club, he was finally on. The F eld system seemed to call for the Bishop to use only a spoon, mashie, and putter. 4 x Father Urban would have been reluc- tan t to suggest such measures to such a man, but he had to admit that the Bish- op's game had improved through sim- plification, unless he was playing over his head. Father F eld ran his third shot past the cup. The Bishop moaned. Father Urban and the Bishop both missed long putts. Then Father Feld, who had left him- self a twenty-footer, got lucky. "That's more like it, Herman," said the Bishop. After he'd holed out, the Bishop said, "In the circumstances, I think I'd bet- ter be scorekeeper." He was given cus- tody of the pencil and' card. "Father Urban?" he asked, after j otting down his own score. "Four, Your Excellency." "And four for Herman. Well!" It was now plain to Father Urban that thIS was not to be just another round of golf-that the Bishop wishèd to see done what he could not do himself, and that he had chosen young Father Feld to be the weapon of his will, his cham- pion. Father Urban's defeat was not a necessary part of the Bishop's larger plan of conquest, but Father Urban could understand its appeal-to create an omen, as it were, and then to act in accord with it. In Father Urban's mind, which was informed by a good deal of solid reading, the match between hIm and Father F eld took on the appearance of a judicial duel. Victory for Father Urban in the field, however, would not mean vIctory for his cause. Father Urban had read of ordeals by combat (in the dim past even religious men, un- fortunately, had sometimes appealed to the God of Battles for justice), but he doubted that history would reveal a parallel case. Father Urban pushed on, with his driver drawn, to the second tee Here, if he had come upon a crone 45 - -- - >< .. \. ":=s '\,,\ - .;;;:::::::- -----...';.:::::... . ..._ .-... v_---.;:: r''') ') " -v v,C> rvrJ>òøor .... crying "Woe! Woe!" he would not have been more taken aback than he was to see Dr. Percy, Hillsop Memorial Presbytenan Church, Minneapolis, who, with his wife, had been staYIng for some time with friends at a nearby lake. At the request of a mutual acquaintance, a benefactor of the Order in a small way, the minister and his wife had been invited out to the course by Father Urban. That was how these things hap- pened. For two weeks now, the Percys had been coming out regularly-she large, soft, playing with clubs out of hIS bag, which he pulled on a cart, and he small but limber for his years, going over fences to retrieve their balls. "1 thought we'd have to go back home if I was ever to get those sermons written, Father," said Dr. Percy. "But I find I'm able to think here, after all. That's so seldom happened before, away from m) study. Mrs. P. and I are simply de- lighted. Shè's not feeling well today, however. " "Sorry to hear it," said Father Urban. Dr. Percy offered to let Father Urban and his party shoot through. "No, you go nght ahead," Father Urban said firmly. He Was wishing that the little man would hit his ball well into outer space and be sucked after it. But he topped it. "Tough," said Father Urban, with feeling. The Bishop, however, appeared to be gratified by what he'd seen. "Father," he said, "why don't you ask your friend to join us?" N EWS of the struggle had reached the novices in residence at the Hill, and after the third hole there was a small gallery following the play, creating another problem for Father